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I will take a break from the silly stories for this evening’s post, if you don’t mind.

You are welcome to leave and read something else for whatever reason. But I have to get this out there, today, for some unknown reason. Maybe it will make sense to somebody.

Some of you will already know about my invisible friend, and how he teaches me things without having to put in an appearance. How he sets things up in order that I learn properly.

Today there have been too many prompts for me to ignore, and they are all begging me to tell this one story. Again, please leave if this story is not for you. I will have something light hearted tomorrow. Thank you.

About two years ago I was at Sunday Mass. I go there most, but not all Sundays. I’m only human. Like most Sundays I would daydream about this and that during the service. And to be totally honest some of my daydreams would shock even the author of Fifty Shades. I have normal daydreams also…sometimes.

On this particular Sunday my invisible friend whispered a question to me. It was so feint I thought I had come up with it myself.

Why do some people treat the wafer (host) at communion time as if it were the real thing? Surely this Body and Blood ritual has been misrepresented somewhere in the past two thousand years.

I pondered it again the very next day, driving in my truck. I wasn’t losing my religion but as usual I was questioning things like crazy. My mind is never on the road. It’s always elsewhere. Trucking is a great job for any budding philosopher. Lots of thinking time. Up here, in the cab, above the hustle and bustle. We see it all, us truckers. I can see Scotland on a clear day!

I listen to political chat shows although you would be forgiven for thinking otherwise.

So this day (the day after the question) the radio host took a break from the usual. He had a guest on who was talking about Padré Pio, a famous stigmatic. Incidentally there are a few alive in the world today. My aunt met one a few years back. He was also a monk.

Anyway, in the course of the conversation somebody mentions an event called The miracle of Lanciano.

In all my forty years I had never heard of this. In fact very few people get to hear about it. It’s one of those things you won’t see on telly. Because it is the polar opposite of the aim of television. I am not saying all telly is bad. But he who pays the piper calls the tune. That’s all I’m saying.

Getting back to the radio. The person told of a priest years ago in a town in Italy. He was saying Mass. At the consecration when he was holding the wafer aloft and saying the same old words, something happened. He started to doubt!

He doubted that the wafer was really the Body of Christ. He doubted that the Wine was really the Blood.

Instantly the wafer started to bleed, real blood. He dropped it onto the altar in shock. Members of the congregation ran to the altar thinking he had hurt himself. What they all witnessed was the wafer turning into a piece of flesh and the wine in the chalice turning to blood.

Samples were tested and found to be the same blood as the Turin shroud.

A scientist was given a sample of the flesh. He was told nothing of its history. He concluded that it was from the left ventricle of a human heart and that the person suffered a traumatic death.

There have been other identical miracles down through the years and in all corners of the globe. Buenos Aires, Poland, China, Japan…

I have included two videos below. But you can go and search the web yourself.

I am not a scientist. I am a trucker. All I know is that the question never entered my mind for all my forty years, until one day, and the very next day I got my answer.

I hope you get all your questions answered. There can be a time delay with the answer. But just like the old internet connections, spiritual connections are improving all the time it seems.

If this message has no meaning to you. Don’t even give it a second thought. Pass on by.

That is a line from a song my youngest girl (11) is going around the house singing. The song is called Happy. A catchy little number. I took her singing as a prompt to write about this. I will take inspiration from the WordPress daily prompt to finsh it off.

There is an invisible entity which follows me everywhere. I first noticed it in 2007. It whispers to a part of my mind, sometimes so quietly that I cannot decipher between the whisper or my own brain generated thoughts. I think I now know what it is, or at the very least, what is at the root of it.

My gut, on the first day, was telling me it was Jesus. That’s an important point to remember. A few weeks later I googled the occurrences. Low and behold, I wasn’t alone. There were lots of others experiencing the same things.

Some claimed it was angels, others claimed it was the spirits of dead relations, others claimed it was half-angels called midwayers, some reckoned it was invisible alien beings.

I don’t know if it was their wishful imaginations or the truth, but some claimed to have conversations, during meditation, with their personal entities. I have no reason to doubt them. I have seen enough paranormal activity since 2007 to dismiss nothing.

One point, which did raise the eyebrow even further, was that most of these people were creative types; artists, musicians, writers etc. Maybe it’s just that these types use their minds differently than the average Lady Gaga wannabe. My own feeling is that we are all creative but some just haven’t discovered their talent yet, and maybe never will.

It is hard to get in touch with the inner self when everywhere we look, everything we read is telling us how we should live and think. From sinning to praying, and everything in between, there is a global standard which must be adhered to.

Even the trainee doctors are warned not to think beyond the medicine which their sponsor promotes. But when the time comes, and it will come, when the best doctor in the world can’t do any more for us, even the die-hard athiest will, I reckon, wonder on their last gasp…What if? What if there’s more?

There is a word, Synchronicity. It was first coined, about a century ago, by a man who spent most of his life thinking and philosophising. His name was Carl Jung. He was educated by a chap named Sigmund Freud. Who was in turn educated by somebody else. And fine thinkers they all turned out to be, they made the most of the grey matter.

You can check it out but Synchronicity is another word for Coincidence, basically. Synchronicity existed long before Jung invented the word. Coincidence existed long before the word, Coincidence. I am sure there was another word for it thousands of years ago.

I will get to that word shortly.

My realisation of the existence of an invisible entity started with a time on my phone (I don’t wear a watch). I would happen to look at my phone at the same time each day for a week back in 2007. I tried everything resetting the time etc. But my hand would take on a mind of its own, reaching into my pocket and before I knew it, I was looking at it again.

Things got freaky after a couple of weeks. There were occasions where the phone would vibrate and light up at that same time. It was official, there was something hanging out with me and it wasn’t going away. It was then that I googled 11:11. It was also then I discovered I wasn’t that unique.

Lots and lots of strange things have happened since then, practically daily. So much so that it has become ‘not strange’ anymore. I will perhaps craft little blog posts about some of them from time to time.

I can see lots of you nodding in understanding. There is something big going on the world these days. More and more people are being slapped in the face with coincidences or synchronicities on a daily basis.

More and more are starting to see past the news headlines to the real truth, starting to see past the teaching to the real knowledge, starting to see past the material world to the invisible world. In short we are getting back to the truth. And the man in my About me page knows it’s happening and he knows the party is coming to an end. But they won’t go quietly.

The headlines are on the case, hijacking the phenomenon to steer your thinking back to the telly, back to the Discovery and National Geo channels, away from your inner voice. I have a feeling this will be a year for meteors. Nothing like a bit of good old fear to create chaos in the minds.

But you can’t fool all of the people all of the time.

I will wrap up this post before it turns into War and Peace.

This past few years I dip into the Bible when the notion takes me. It is overflowing with talk of signs and wonders. There are also warnings of false prophets. I read something in there like, “..and if they tell you ‘Come see, he is in the desert’ or ‘Come see, he is in the secret chambers’ do not believe them.”

If we are all creations of God he will let each of us know in person, when his Son touches down again. I don’t think he will need the media.

Is there a big significance to the number eleven? Maybe it’s just an eye catching number, maybe we are in the eleventh hour, maybe… I could go on and on and neither be right nor wrong. I don’t believe that this entity expects everybody to become numerologists.

In the Bible, Jesus talked about signs and divine things which the Father would bestow on us. He didn’t mention vibrating phones or philosophers or big words like Synchronicity but he did say we should become like children to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.

He also spoke of The Holy Spirit, quite a few times in fact. That same Holy Spirit is also referred to in other religions. I feel this is the person/thing at the root of all the coincidences and synchronicities.

I read a book once which told of a twelfth century monk, Joachim, who had encountered the Holy Spirit one Easter Sunday. Knowledge was given to him that there is a Law of three in this world. The Father, Son and Holy Spirit equate to the old testement, the new testement and the new period into which we are now entering.

Oddly enough the three periods also, allegedly, tie in with the three ages Aries, Pisces and the one we are currently entering, Aquarius. The next period will, according to Joachim the monk, be the one where we will have a more direct line to God, via….The Holy Spirit.

Exciting times ahead then!

That was enough typing for three blog posts. Sorry about that.

I guess the moral is – Listen to our gut, once or twice…or even three times.